“Not as juicy as she’d like it to be,” Caitlin said, punching the buttons on the cable box.
Melissa glanced at Caitlin and gasped when she saw both Pum’kin and Adrielle standing next to the television, hovering their decaying ghoulish hands over the cable box and pretending to mess with the channels. Melissa pursed her lips and shook her head with as little movement as she could to not draw attention to herself.
Pum’kin flashed a toothless grin, like a defiant child, pointing at a wall outlet after already being scolded not to touch it. Melissa clenched her teeth and glanced toward the doorway, hoping Anya still stood there. The witch’s black veil entered the frame of the doorjamb, the rest of her body hidden around the corner. Melissa gestured with her head toward the two ghouls acting
